Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.